Treasure Island

Suzette Richards

(Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)

The Bee


Ever since antiquity,
it delivered quality -
golden and healing.
Man has been stealing
from the bee;
thinking it was free:
From the hives rent,
never paying a cent.


With our GMO we destroy
and use excuses as decoy.
Greed is in our hearts
and reason departs.
Poisoning ourselves –
on supermarket shelves.
It no longer heals.
Nature never deals!

Submitted: Saturday, July 06, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 06, 2013

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Albert Einstein once said: “If the bee disappears from the surface of the earth, man would have no more than four years to live. No more bees, no more pollination … no more men! ”

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